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Archie made his way to Mirinydd. Abby had suggested that he talk to Rob about what to do as a king and all the responsibilities that came with it. To say Archie was nervous were an understatement. He had slowly been learning to read and write, so he was proud of those achievements, but he knew he had a lot more to learn.

It was a cold and bitter winter day in the Colmar of France, the sky as bleak and grey as anything. It was the middle of a very harsh winter and most businesses were not open in the village for very long since most citizens were concerned with keeping warm inside each of their small little wooden cabins, each radiating heat from the fire places inside. The retired soldier and ex-Prince Clotaire though didn't seem to mind the snowfall as he was just about the only one walking about the streets, dressed in not much clothing especially for this kind of thing. The young man shivered slightly as he walked his one arm hugging his body for warmth, as half of his face or his nose rather was nestled warmly beneath a thinner and dirty cloth making himself not very recognizable. He wore old worn out boots at his feet as he trudged in the snow, as his jacket was black and woolen looking like something a poor man would wear not a prince. Clotaire also wore worn out old gloves at his hands, leaving his fingers exposed to the harsh cool air.